Growing Up with Jeshua and Salome; My Parents from Heaven

I know it is the fashion to be modest in one's writing, and I have attempted to do so with all my historical tomes, but at this late stage of my time on earth I will attempt to be as honest as is possible. My father Jeshua Mathias and my mom Salome Mariam were as well regarded as any royal couple in all of Middle Earth, and even in Gaul and Briton Our family is revered, beyond even what is known in Rome and Athens.

My dad learned Greek and Egyptian medicine and studied Eastern mysticism, and He knew the healing remedies from many lands, from Ethiopia to Egypt to Kushan and India, from Gaul and Germany to Spain and Rome, from the Brook of Kanah to the banks of the Ganjah River. He was more than a teacher; he was like a spirit doctor, a truly magical rejuvenator of life, and his incredible restorative powers work unto this day, as I try with the power of all my ancestors to muster up some of his massive generosity of spirit as I write out the scroll you are reading in your hands.

When my parents married they each thanked Our foreparents and Jah Above, and my father stated they both felt blessed beyond belief, and that "God is ever gracious", and that he and my mom "know and feel that they are meant to represent unity for millennia; Our love is just that strong." It was said and written that people were crying with joy, and the hills and the valleys lit up with much fanfare and celebration.

When I went through some difficult days as a young man, I remembered my father in Galilee and Chalcis. At the time my dad Ari had been feeling a lot of anger, at being away from his mom (my Grandma Mariamne who went to Rome after the divorce), and at the way people were treating one another. He was often displeased with his own father’s (my Grampa Herod of Challcis) unresponsiveness, a perceived reluctance to intervene in situations where the younger, bolder Ari Jesh thought my granddad could make a difference. His schooling and early business dealings in Alexandria and Athens had mellowed and matured him, and it was during those years that he had his last major problems with authority; this was long past his sometimes exaggerated battles with Pilate as a teen. Most of the accusers from his youth would later bow down before him, and he held no grudge or grievance against those who knew not the errors of their ways.

Among the Greeks my father is considered a magoi, a mejooseean, what the Persians term a moghan, and the Brits call a magician, but a dearly beloved magoi he is to them. Some in Athens even refer to him as Jah Zeus Chrystos, the Great God Anointed, even Alexander returned; Horus of Egypt, Hercules of Greece!

My mother wrote much of her work under the name of Johann, the title givem to Phillip II, her first husband and the natural father of my older brother Timothy Herod. She is considered a paragon of the faithful, Mariam of the Tower, the Scarlet thread by which my life has been a spiritual well of fortune, and her and my dad had many inspiring years together.


I believe I have chosen my parents well...